Cycling vs. Hair Pulling

 

“I’m home!”

“Ah, Mum, mew!”

“Pinot, today, I cycled towards the mouth of Arakawa river. It was really comfortable with a lot of sunshine, and the sky was beautiful. I took a picture. Have a look!” ( ‘So what!?’ I murmured to myself.) she went on.

“But I’m exhausted. Mmm, it was much harder on the way back because the wind was against me, much stronger than I thought – terrible!”

“What a pity, Mum!” I replied.

“Jesus! What have you done, Pinot!? What’s that!? Absolutely awful!”

Aah, she’s found large tufts of hair on the floor.

While she was out, I started pulling my hair out as I was bored.

"What are we going to do with you?"

Oh, dear! What shall I do!? Run away from her. Go upstairs. Now!

“Pippy! Pippyyyyy . . .”